Avoiding a pint of Dark Arts ...

Richard considered which real ale we would drink with the icy calculation of a wary cosmonaut - 

We were in The Hole in the Wall - we'd pushed our way to the bar through the raffish patrons - 

Southsea Poets mingled with bass guitarists and ukulele players - 

Bravos swaggered into the Gents - bearded striplings gazed into the eyes of their perfumed girls - 

Small dogs nestled under uneven tables - boozing gaffers compared tattoos - 

Richard turned down the proffered taster of Dark Arts - 

This was not, we thought, an occasion meriting a surreal stout - 

18.30

13 September 2014

The Hole in the Wall

Southsea